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It was around eleven when all of the Porters guests left for their respective homes. All the other girls including Ariel had left for the night, taking home their measly pay checks in their worn down purses. Tiana was setting Dandelions bed down in the doghouse, a few of the Porters close friends were spending the night and didn't want the dog in the house. She rubbed the drowsy canine between the ears as it plopped down onto the fluffy white pillow in its bricked doghouse. "Good night sweetie" she whispered, carefully tiptoeing over the bed of grass and onto the bricked path.

Tiana draped her jean jacket over her gray servant dress, not even caring that the Porters friends' may see her after hours dressed in such a manor. It's the 21st century for goodness sake, what's up with all of their old fashioned rules anyways?

The night air was magical around her as she followed the pathway up to the house. Fireflies danced in the long untrimmed blades of grass, crickets chirped off in the distance, the trolleys were still working for their late night passengers. Tiana would make it home by seven, if she was lucky. With a sigh, Tiana let herself out of the back gate, pressing the lock on the soft wood.

She began to walk through the front yard when the sound of the front porch door creaked and made her freeze. Something in her told her not to turn around; she should've kept walking. "Excuse me?" that deep accented voice came from behind her and a trail of goose bumps ran down her spine.

Tiana bit the inside of her cheek but spun on her heel, catching a brief glance of those blue eyes again before staring at her feet. The man stepped down the stairs, coming to a stop in front of her.

"You forgot your notebook" he held a blue notebook in his hands; it looked so tiny in his palm. Tiana wondered momentarily if he looked through it. That notebook held all of her recipes, the ones she couldn't remember anyways. It was a sacred part of her life; the words of her father were scrawled on those pages in his messy handwriting. When she was younger, she used to just hold her palm to the pages and drink in the scent of the old ink on the withered pages. It gave her a sense of relaxation, it helped ground her and keep her from being sad at his departure from her life forever.

Tiana slowly reached out and took the book from the awaiting hands of the man before her. She'd almost forgotten his name. "Thank you Sir" she nodded politely, slipping the notebook into her jacket pocket. She glanced up at him again to find that his skin flickered under the moonlight, it wasn't as pale as she first presumed. Judging by the slight hint of a farmers tan running down his neck and dipping below his formal white shirt, he must've worked outdoors quiet often. But that didn't matter. He was still who he was, a danger to women like her.

The man sighed, rocking back onto his heels before dragging a hand through his long brown hair. "Its Tarzan" he said after a moment. Tiana couldn't find the bravery or the energy to speak his formal name. She'd been so accustomed to calling all of the Porters guests by "ma'am, miss or sir" never by their names…. It kept everything in balance.

Tiana swallowed and curtsied against the mans better judgment, her knees knocking into one another as she regained her normal stance.

"Thank you again" she replied, gathering up her nerve and spinning around on her heels to exit the gate, off of the Porters property.

Quickly, Tiana walked down the emptied sidewalks of the expansive wealthy district. She could catch the next transport to her apartment in no time. It wasn't too late in the evening for that.

Her jean jacket slid down pasts her wrists and she gently folded the sleeves back over her elbows. The houses around her were far more intimidating at night. They reached towards the sky looking overpowering with their bright cleaned shingles and expensive cars parked in the driveways. Plants Tiana couldn't pronounce as of now loomed in large gardens and glittery gnomes danced along the yards in silence.

She couldn't imagine how many maids and butlers it took to help keep those places in shape. At least she had the other servant girls to help her and Mr. Edgewood the old cranky butler who seemed to magically appear whenever his name was mentioned aloud.

Tiana sighed, exiting the large gated community with a swipe of her Access Card and a polite wave to the watch guard Cheryl who appeared to be half asleep inside her glass encased post just inside the gates.

With quick light steps, Tiana moved down the road and towards her home…. Hopefully she'd get some rest before work started up again tomorrow.

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Tiana arrived at her tiny apartment over Lucinda's Antique store shortly after midnight. She fished around in her purse for her house keys and slipped them into the lock, welcoming the smells of spice and lemon that settled in the air around her as she walked inside. Her parents couldn't afford much but with the money her father left her in his will and the extensive hours working in the Porters home, Tiana had settled comfortably into her new independent life.

She knew from the very beginning that things were going to be tough living on her own, but she was also aware that her Mother had been practically working from paycheck to paycheck when Tiana's father died.

Leaning up against the door, Tiana fastened the locks. She tossed her keys into the awaiting dish on the thin wooden coffee table and plopped down on her old blue couch. She peered at the clock hanging over the TV and sighed.

She had a long day ahead of her. Tomorrow she'd be working in a restaurant at the heart of New Orleans and then she'd be working four or five hours in the Porters home, at Ms. Jane's request. For a moment, Tiana thought of the cans of change and cash she had hidden in the back of her wardrobe. Every month, she'd count up her savings and pray that by some chance she was making some sort of headway in earning her restaurant fair and square. Disappointment reared its ugly head every time she counted that money, but hard work always paid off…. In time.

Tiana slid off the couch and dragged herself into her bedroom, shielding her eyes away from the bright light in the bathroom as she stripped down and hopped into the shower.

As she showered, Tiana hated to think that all of her hard work may take even more dedication to help her buy that restaurant she'd always dreamed about.

With and exasperated sigh, Tiana rested her head against the wet slab of yellow tiled shower wall, letting the water flow in a steady rhythm down her back.

Looks like she'd be putting many more hours in with the Porters then she really wanted to.

AN: End Of Chapter!

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